Rune’s icy-blue eyes stared into her emerald ones, gazing straight into her soul and keeping her frozen in place.
With him standing so close, it was impossible for her to not notice how tall he really was. She had to crane her neck to look at his face, but her eyes didn’t remain on his pretty face for long, they soon started wandering.
Once again, she found herself admiring his lean but well-built form. His tattoos were once again on full display and her gaze trailed over their intricate patterns without any shame or restrictions. As her gaze continued to trail downwards, she started noticing more details about him.
When her eyes neared the waistline of his black trousers, she noticed him taking another step forward. Startled, she tried to step back to maintain that small space between them, but his arm snaked around her waist that very moment and pulled her even closer until they were nearly pressed against each other.
Her eyes went wide from shock as she stared up at his face, only to find him looking at her with that boyish expression plastered on his face. That innocent look in his eyes was enough to accelerate her heartbeats. She wondered just how he did that - looking like the purest soul that could have ever existed while doing such shameless things.
"Am I that good looking?" He suddenly asked, pulling Grace out of the trance of her thoughts. She stared at him in silence for a moment or two before trying to step out of his hold.
However, one push at his chest and she realized that his hold was stronger than he was letting her believe. She stared at him in shock while her hands were placed against the smooth muscles of his chest.
"You can answer with words, no need to use actions." He suddenly stated while acting a little shy, making Grace finally realized just how wrong her hands placements seemed.
Without wasting another moment, she removed her hands from his chest and demanded while staring right into his enchanting eyes. "Let go of me."
If she was expecting him to follow her demand and step back, then she should have known better. Instead of doing as he was told, he slightly tightened his hold on her waist and asked in that attractive deep voice of his. "But what if I don’t want to? You feel perfect in my arms."
Grace was at a complete loss for words. She had dealt with more than enough shameless men, but she never met someone like the kid standing in front of her. The way he flirted, it left her speechless everytime. She had no idea how to handle someone like him.
Taking in a deep breath, she asked, "Don’t you think you are going overboard here? First you broke into my apartment, and that too shirtless. And now you are acting like this."
Much to her surprise, he smiled in return. It was one of those smiles that made his eyes turn into crescents and highlighted his handsome features, making him appear extremely cute. This look of his was so dangerous that she had to force her gaze away from his face in order to not get lost in his charm.
But she didn’t get to look away for way too long as he reached out to hold her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he made her look back at him. The gesture was so sudden and intimate that she once again felt taken aback.
"I know that you aren’t truly mad. It’s time to just accept the truth." He spoke, confusing her in the process.
"What truth?" She asked, trying to think of what he might be implying through his words. Yet, she couldn’t think of anything.
Rune let go of her chin, only to snake that free hand of his around her waist as well. Before Grace could have complained about his behavior, he distracted her by speaking.
"Are you surpised about my sudden appearance in your apartment? Yes! Are you feeling at a loss for words because of my flirting? Definitely yes! But are you mad at me? Not at all." Smile curved both the ends of his lips as he added, "You are very much enjoying my presence... and my flirting."
Grace shook her head, ready to deny his outrageous statement, but those words refused to come out of her mouth.
As if he knew exactly what was going on with her, he spoke again, "We both know the truth, Ms. Blackwood. You should stop denying it."
"Denying what?" She demanded, as if she wanted to hear it from him. Her heart was literally racing at this point and her irregular breathing wasn’t helping her situation much.
Her situation only worsened when he suddenly inched his face closer, forcing her to stop breathing for a second or two from surprise. Once his face was merely inches from hers, he answered, "You are denying the attraction that’s clearly present between us. Stop doing that and just embrace it. Deep down in your heart, you know that you want me."
And she really couldn’t deny it.
Grace just stood there, staring into his eyes while his words echoed in her ears. She would have loved to tell him that he was wrong, that she felt absolutely nothing toward him... but she couldn’t hardly lie when he was looking at her like that.
She wasn’t sure for how long they stood there while staring into each other’s eyes in silence. Maybe it was just a minute, or several long minutes, but the only thing she remembered was noticing the way his face started inching closer.
She wasn’t sure if it was even possible at that point, but her heartbeat accelerated father, echoing its sound in her ears as she watched his lips inching closer to hers.
He was merely a breath away. All she needed to do was to inch forward and press her lips against his, but then...!